A sweet car:
So for today:
I spent 20 years plus a few days in Military Service. I was very
fortunate having only a few separations. The tour in GITMO was the highlight of
our time, because it was like a normal job for me and the family. The boys did
good in school there and Sherry worked full-time. Her office handled the
shipping of materials and household goods in and out of the base.
Above is some of the rough coast line of Leeward and windward. That coast line creates some beautiful 'sea glass' from the millions of wine, liquor and beer bottles that have been thrown down on those rocks. WE brought a few pounds of it back.
famous ‘Prison’ is actually at Camp Buckley or Camp X, USMC stations in a
remote part of the 40 sq miles. My job was twofold. I was the repairman
for IBM gear on the base and my other job was producing the bimonthly checks
for pay rolls for both civilian and military aboard.
Speed limits for 95% of the base was 20 mph. One stretch about a mile long was 35
mph. Most folks know (or think) modern
cars must go faster just to keep the engines stable. So the Base Police sorta
kept a blind eye for guys who would safely wind their cars out on that stretch.
I did it several times myself.
There were men and women on base with rewards on their heads from Castro’s
government. During my time there were
still 200 commuters who walked aboard daily to work from Guantanamo City.
I have learned since I starting talking here about GITMO that they now
have a McDonalds, Pizza Hut and a Taco Bell. We would have loved that. We once
bought a Big Mac in San Juan when we had to fly there for dental work for one
of our sons. It was not the same as in
the states. L